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Mother's Day 2023
Mark G.
The diamond needs no mountain any more
To fix its crystal shape. Eons of heat and
Weight have done their work. So, heat of love,
Pressure of closeness, weight of grief
have molded me.
I am still as you made me, Mother,
and you are ten years gone.
Yet like a car engine cooling
I tick a bit as I contract.
Note: Mark's mother was a member of Memphis' first Quaker meeting in the 1950s and 1960s.
From time to time, Carol publishes poetry by Friends in the newsletter, including this poem, "Snow again," which she wrote.
I was standing at the window
Watching the snow fall
As it is falling now all day
In that New England
I left so long ago.
The window belonged to
A friend of my mother’s
A small spry woman